Lord Byron
Lord Byron
George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS, commonly known simply as Lord Byron, was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Among his best-known works are the lengthy narrative poems Don Juan and Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, and the short lyric "She Walks in Beauty"...
NationalityBritish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth22 January 1788
car chase flying glowing hear hours joy meet pleasure rattling sleep till youth
Did ye not hear it? - No; 'twas but the wind, / Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;/ On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; / No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet / To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.
dreams hath realm sleep touch wide wild
Sleep hath its own world, and a wide realm of wild reality. And dreams in their development have breath, and tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy.
sleep heaven silence
All Heaven and Earth are still, though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most.
believe sleep men
It is useless to tell one not to reason but to believe; you might as well tell a man not to wake but sleep.
death sleep men
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
sleep reality two
Our life is two fold Sleep hath its own world, A boundary between the things misnamed Death and existence Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality.
sleep dying going-to-sleep
Now I shall go to sleep. Goodnight.
sleep devil employment
This place is the Devil, or at least his principal residence, they call it the University, but any other appellation would have suited it much better, for study is the last pursuit of the society; the Master eats, drinks, and sleeps, the Fellows drink, dispute and pun, the employments of the undergraduates you will probably conjecture without my description.
sleep reality world
Sleep hath its own world, and the wide realm of wild reality.
sleep eye heart
My slumbers--if I slumber--are not sleep, But a continuance of enduring thought, Which then I can resist not: in my heart There is a vigil, and these eyes but close To look within; and yet I live, and bear The aspect and the form of breathing men.
doubt heard rome stood time
I've stood upon Achilles' tomb, And heard Troy doubted: time will doubt of Rome
alone burning rebel spirit weak
The spirit burning but unbent, / May writhe, rebel - the weak alone repent!
daily lady leave literary smug wits
The would-be wits and can't-be gentlemen, I leave them to their daily ""tea is ready,"" Smug coterie and literary lady
adventure agreeable lively
And yet a little tumult, now and then, is an agreeable quickener of sensation; such as a revolution, a battle, or an adventure of any lively description.